One of America's expressions of its fruitfulness and prosperity is the kiddie's parade, often a cue of kids and their wheels, as here. I remember well outfitting my Spitfire (bike) with bunting in its spikes and attaching playing cards that flapped against the swath of spokes kept free of ribbons in order to make a noise that, at least, resembled internal combustion. Again, Horace does not caption his slide and the focus is soft enough that we cannot find clues signed on the storefronts up the street. The counterpoint of kids, cars and trees is pleasing too. (Click to Enlarge)
